Cashus King, Denmark Vessey, Sene, Blu - Could It Be? lyrics

Exercise your body, exorcise your mind
Could it be? That nigga Co$$, and Royal B
Plus my mufucka Sene yeah
Uh one two, one two, one two yo

Is all my dreaming in vain
Is all of my plans of a crazy man
Like all my scheming insane
My people dying in Chiraq
My people dying in Gat-troit
If you let the joy enlighten you
Inspire you made a hi hat
Influence you and get it in the
Streets and you was with it
You got caught, but you acquitted
Then acquire liquid fire
Wouldn't burn it you would spit it
They call you Cashus
When it come to the battle
They call you last up
Most these dogs is frogs


And most these cats ducks they raps suck
They dicks suck, they bitch
Sucks, they cliques suck, they fist up
Get knocked out, i ain't top 5 in your top
10 then your list suck
Get picked up on the with my
Fist ball like the brawler got
Like God giver, like God giver
Damn if you ball or not
Dope money in a ball of knot
And his pockets get them broads on jock
(Call him out) , in the sky, fallen clouds
Streets cold, but bars is hot
Not bars where they be drinking at
But bars that come from thinking caps
I'm more FDR, then Abe Lincoln rap
Who liberated the slaves
Whether he on the dime block or
That nigga living in J's
Whether he got a mansion
Or his residence in a cave
Nucca don't misbehave
Cause Rosa Parks ain't march so
Your ass could be enraged
Cause Marcus Garvey ain't march so your
Ass could be in a cage
And Malcolm X ain't preach just so
Your ass could fuck 'em freaks
Get a clue nigga, fuck what talking
What you do nigga
Cause who you finna be is up to you nigga
Who's the illest?
Depends on your perspective
(Could it be, could it be)
Co$$ smoking green weed and Hennessy
Drinking with my thinking cap
Tilted to the side
I'ma live forever, when I die
They'll bury me alive
(Could it be, could it be)
That green weed and Hennessy
Turn the sky red and put that
Blood shot in my eye i'ma survive
And live it 'til the limit 'til I die
I represent this realness
I give a fuck about who the illest
(Could it be, could it be)

I don donned over the sky
And all the blinds put they
Palm palms up in July
Yo could it could that L-U
Jubilee on my side
Spell truth like he spell is name
Say he a lie let him lay in the lot
With the lost and jealous

With the last Angel yelling at
The on the prosperity
Where no one here to share with, apparently
No we pairing it uh
The USA blow out that Mary Jane
Hear me out, before I air 'em out
Each and everyday my ink surround
Some sound like an island
We getting paid, West Coast to no West Coast
Pacific Ocean floor
How long can you stare at the sun
Before you overdose
Rolling spokes, yo we rolling smokes
Tell the poles

We still posted tho, Cops, get of the cock
Let the drops drop and boast blow
We got the game locked, tell the
Game it ain't a thing bro, let it bang
We on the same side, rain shine help flow
Elbow grease chub T's be my jell toes
All the hail the king
Crown Rock, Royal Blu, Cash
King, my nigga Sene, sound-off
On your boy band groups, that ain't a thing
Split a pair
I'm your worst nightmare squared
They'res two more niggas
If you ain't mathematically aware
You could jump threat, flinch, dare
Swear double dare and I still slap the shit
Out your ass tryna' compare
Who's the illest?

Yeah small talks for the
Birds from birds flying
Grilling cheese with the Mayans
So hood we feel inspired
So good, you watch The Wire
The wire be watching us you tired
You like the guy with the
Iron who couldn't bust
When he desired, fuck what you inspired to
You high built this shit on air fans
While I was flying through crying
It's nice, sipping' Dewar's on ice
Like hell fire

When I can sip it, and God, shit's delicious
When it's purchased by a verse I
Was cursed with inner vision
That my pops had
Boy it makes my Pop's glad I did it
I'm that mother fucking story that you
Heard when you was born
About a boy who wrote a poem
Tells you about a world that he crawled in
I'm all, chips stack
Bitch homies get bitch slapped
If you call me you better get back up
Or get backed up and catch whiplash
I'm Brooklyn, fuck you talking
About king boy, it's king Sene
It's king B, it's king Troy, we been boys
Y'all Blaxby

My backstreet, I may sing a song about love
But don't think I ain't where I'm from
Or I ain't got some black gloves
Or I ain't ready to do shit
Cuz I ain't rolling with Bloods
Or I ain't rolling with Crips
That I ain't rolling with thugs
Who's the illest?

You know who it be
And if you don't then here's a thank you
First they make you, then they hang you
Then you die, and they cremate you
Then they love you, then they praise you
Did the same thing to Jesus
Did they same thing you Horus
Did the same thing to Pac
(2Pac) , everybody's got a cross up

I feel great, like I'm liked and am I
From they family tree?
If you can't see the forest
But sycomorus ficus
Then you sleeping on some soul food
Some rigamortis-itis post swag
I'm still in my loaders
On the days with the counselor king
Swallow the drink
We toast the crown, we still here
When in my long sun in my skin tone
Flush blood, bone soul, gemstone, Jim Crow
Not only do I 10-4, over-stand, 10-4
I looked the Devil straight in his eye
To the window of the soul
Bullet hole in his temple, I lost my mind
Tryna' find
God knows, what I've been through, hard time
It's the adaptation of life, taking a knife
Cutting through the tension, thick
In the air, breaking the ice
I'm talking to you, finding my place
Lost in the group
Remind me how I gotten here
Watching the grandfather clock mocking
The rocking chair, back and forth
Then I smack the palm
Peace what up old friend, cold wind
Below ten small world in counters in the
Corners where the globe bends
God's idle hands playing
Jenga with Stonehenge
Centuries old hemps, written in bold print
Who the illest?